Fan Wenyi:
With the drunkenness of the spring breeze in March, the shy smile of peach blossoms, the tender buds of willows wandering around, and the March 8 th Festival singing all the way, women are spring flowers, stepping on passionate dance music, dancing with butterflies in the square dance, rippling with wonderful life, dancing in the square dance, like swallows spreading their wings in spring, like peony in full bloom in flower beds, singing praises to their mothers. The world is infinitely vast because of women.
Fan Wener:
The woman who came leisurely from March, like a blooming rose, gently played the most beautiful hymn in the world, releasing hope in the land awakened in spring, as bright as spring breeze and as brilliant as sunshine. The woman who came from March, stretched out her hands and wisdom as calm as the blue sea, with the mystery of the bright moon, light and clear, beautiful and elegant, like a white lotus in the pool, the woman is picturesque and touching.
Fan Wensan:
You hang your head a little shyly and put your hair on your forehead, so it becomes a winding beauty. Or, you raise your head and smile, and your lips hook into a faint spring breeze in March, so you look back gently. You have a name called woman, which looks weak but strong.